Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2009 13:35:48 GMT -5
Mexico is nice this time of year, hell Mexico is always nice. All across America people are locked down in a cold freeze, the big chill, especially up there in the Northeast. In Mexico it’s like perpetual summer all year round. The sun is always shining, the skies are always clear, and the sexy mamacitas are never wearing anything more than bikinis, if even that much. Right now would be an ideal time for a vacation down South, across that border, but one gringo isn’t flying down to Mexico for the weather or the ladies.
Chad Evans is a man on a mission, a mission to find his friend Bobby Cairo. Only one man can help Chad accomplish his mission and that man’s name is Biohazard, the infamous, the Mexican Sinsation.
Late last night Chad completed an arduous and back-breaking workout at Ultra Nova Dojo in Brooklyn, New York. This was preparation for his upcoming match against Logan, as ordered by Chad’s trainer Bolts Quackenbush. However when the training was completed, Chad wasn’t thinking about his upcoming match. Chad couldn’t focus on his match. All he could think about was the hunch, the gut feeling that was eating away at him. That hunch would lead Chad to schedule a flight to Mexico in pursuit of a face to face meeting with Biohazard.
Chad booked a seat on the last flight of the evening from New York to Mexico, or the first flight of the morning depending on your perspective. Evans spoke with Biohazard via telephone before his departure from New York, but the matter which he wanted to discuss with Biohazard was too sensitive for the telephone. One never knows who could be eavesdropping on such a conversation, thus predicating the need for the two men to meet face to face.
The flight to Mexico wasn’t bad. The fish sticks and tater tots were edible, with tartar sauce and ketchup for dipping. The in-flight movie was one of those lovely and charming animated Disney films from Pixar. The lavatory was also accommodating, Chad had no problem relieving those fish sticks and tater tots from his bowels. Chad even took a couple pops of vodka during the flight, which allowed him to free the worry from his mind. Chad also pinched the cute, blond flight attendant’s ass a couple of times before the flight was over.
After a few hours the flight touched down in Mexico, right on time, as scheduled, with no issues. The landing was flawless, it was as if God himself was gliding the plane down to the runway. Once the flight landed, all the passengers eventually filed out of the plane, one by one. It was the break of dawn and Chad couldn’t help but be blown away by the scenic beauty of the sunrise above the tropical Mexican landscape. Chad took a moment to let it all soak in before grabbing his suitcase and making his way to the rental car center to pick up his American sedan.
Before departing on that long drive down those old, dirt roads, Chad decided to stop by the airport gift shop to check for CDs, as in compact discs. Chad sifted through the “Metal” section of the CD aisle, finding only the latest offerings from Slipknot and Metallica. Chad was perplexed to find pop music in the metal section, but he eventually settled upon a Neil Young CD. Chad paid for his order, exited the gift shop with a spring in his step and hopped into his waiting car.
Chad’s drive from the airport to Biohazard’s ranch was longer then the actual flight itself. Those old, dirt roads in Mexico have more twists and turns than a rollercoaster ride, as the old cliché might say. The occasional mutilated cattle carcass blocked the road, also adding to Chad’s estimated time of arrival. Chad was not discouraged, he knew that his trip held a greater purpose and that he could not simply turn around, not now, it was too late for that.
In the minutes before noon, Chad finally arrives at the edge of Biohazard’s sprawling hacienda on the farthest outskirts of Tijuana. Chad had been beginning to suspect that this rough Mexican terrain was more barren than tropical, yet Biohazard’s property is seemingly an oasis in the middle of the desert. Biohazard’s land is home to a plantation field with crops and irrigation, livestock and a flourish of agriculture so far as the eye can see. On the other side of the property, outside of Chad’s field of vision, lies a private, manmade lake and a white sand beach. Could Lucha Libre wrestling have paid for all of this?
The gates to Biohazard‘s estate are guarded by two armed guards that are visible, and who knows how many more guards that are hidden in strategic locations around the compound. The guards at the gate confirm Chad’s identity before calling and receiving permission from Biohazard himself to allow Chad access onto the grounds. The guards open the gate and allow Chad to drive inside the compound.
Chad drives along the paved road to Biohazard’s house with his mouth agape as he ogles the shapely, scantily-clad women working the fields of the plantation, each one of the women looking like an exotic, swimsuit model. Chad is tempted to whip it out and jerk it right there, feeling like this is a vision from one of his erotic fantasies, but Chad channels his inner Bolts and reminds himself to focus on the task at hand.
Chad continues driving and eventually pulls up to a large, white house, a colonial style home, at least three stories high, with a modern art-deco design. Solar panels adorn the roof of the house channeling all of that sweet, sweet sunshine and there’s a satellite dish to boot. Chad gets out of his rented car and approaches the front door of the home, a reinforced door made from heavy wood, possibly oak or maple. Chad extends his hand to knock but the door opens just before his hand reaches it.
Chad sticks his head inside the house and peeks around cautiously. He calls out for Biohazard and receives no response. Chad walks inside the house, still cautious and neither sees nor hears any sign of life. Chad pokes his head into one of the rooms and finds a reclining area, or perhaps a lounge. This room is totally decked out with a flat screen TV, leather sofa, X-Box, CD/DVD stereo/satellite home entertainment system, the works. Chad turns away to walk out of the room and search for Biohazard when he’s suddenly met by a giant, loud, “BOO!” Like a ghost Biohazard appears in front of Chad.
Biohazard: “Haha! I scared you, didn’t I?”
Chad nods his head sheepishly.
Chad Evans: “Yeah… a little bit. I guess I’ve been jumpy lately.”
Biohazard’s face is clean-shaven and he has long black hair down to his ass. His skin is tanned a golden-brown color. Biohazard is wearing a brown, leather vest, blue jeans and black, cowboy boots. Biohazard’s fingers are adorned with expensive-looking rings and he wears a Rolex watch around one wrist and a diamond bracelet around the other.
Biohazard: “So what do you think? Nice place, huh?”
Chad looks around, admiring Biohazard’s lavish, sprawling mansion. The ivory walls, the marble floors and the crystal chandeliers all stand out as being especially tasteful, in addition to all of the fine furnishings.
Chad Evans: “It’s beautiful, like something out of a fairytale or Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. Lucha Libre paid for all of this?”
Biohazard walks into the lounge area and pours himself a drink at the wet bar, Chad follows him.
Biohazard: “Hard work paid for all of this, my friend. Can I get you anything to drink? I have a full spread here.”
Chad uses the sleeve of his white button-down shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow, the Mexican heat having gotten to him during a long drive in a rented car. Thankfully Biohazard’s luxurious, air conditioned home now provides a welcome respite from the heat.
Chad Evans: “I’ll just have a Coke. I had a couple of pops on the flight before I drove over here and my head’s not sitting too straight. You got any nuts or pretzels or anything?”
Biohazard tosses Chad a bottle of Coke from the fridge, then he opens the cabinet and pulls out a jar of nuts and a bag of pretzels.
Biohazard: “I have nuts and pretzels. Have a seat, my friend. Take a load off and relax. You have traveled many miles to be here today.”
Biohazard and Evans each sit down in cream-colored, leather lounge chairs, designed for both style and comfort.
Biohazard: “Tell me, my friend. Precisely why have you traveled all of this distance to see me? You said that you couldn’t talk about it over the phone, something about Cairo.”
Chad quenches his thirst with a deep chug of Coca-Cola before replying.
Chad Evans: “I’ve been doing some homework lately. I’ve been digging around and I found out about the incident down in New Mexico. You and Bobby were arrested by the feds for trespassing on government property. You were charged with treason.”
Biohazard nods his head in affirmation.
Biohazard: “Cairo had received an inside tip regarding an underground missile silo on the New Mexico/Arizona border. This was a clandestine location where the American government was stockpiling warheads in preparation for a nuclear showdown with Iran. Cairo and I went there to gather proof, inside information, but we were detected and captured by the guards.”
Chad listens carefully to Biohazard’s words before replying.
Chad Evans: “How did you guys manage to beat those charges, get them dismissed? The feds had you guys by the balls, they could have had you guys facing the death penalty as spies, enemies of the state. I never even read anything about it in the papers or anything.”
Biohazard listens to Chad’s words and then stares off into the distance, his eyes focused on nothing in particular. He takes a deep breath before responding.
Biohazard: “The government kept the story hush hush as they do with so many things. They would never want the public to find out that two professional wrestlers breached the perimeter of a secret military base that doesn’t even officially exist.”
Biohazard inhales and then lets out a deep sigh.
Biohazard: “In truth I did not know what was going to happen to Cairo or myself. Ultimately the federales determined that Cairo and I were more valuable to them alive than dead, especially Cairo. They viewed me merely as Cairo’s accomplice, with Cairo being the brains of the operation. President Bush offered full pardons to both Cairo and myself if we agreed to work for him. Cairo and I accepted the deal. We pretended to be loyal for a little while, but then we stabbed Bush in the back. Cairo played Bush like a violin, it was a thing of beauty. Unfortunately, crossing the president is a very dangerous proposition, even when the president is a very unpopular man.”
Chad Evans: “Is it possible that Cairo went back there to the New Mexico compound, perhaps trying to complete the assignment that he started two years earlier?”
Biohazard: “Anything is possible. Cairo has never had respect for the authorities, nor fear of them. I know that Mr. Pratt’s death affected Cairo in a very profound manner. Mr. Pratt, Oliver Pratt, was the man who schooled Cairo and I in the arts of truth seeking and free thinking. He was a brilliant man, ahead of his time, a prelude to men such as Alex Jones. It is possible that Cairo was motivated by Pratt’s death and he was trying to complete the assignment in Pratt’s honor.”
Chad Evans: “I want you to help me, Biohazard. I want you to help me search for Cairo in New Mexico. I cannot do it by myself. I would if I could but I don’t know the lay of the land. You’ve been there, you know what works and what doesn’t. You know the compound and the terrain inside and out. I’m smart, I’m tough, I’m good with a gun and I’m loyal. Most importantly I’m determined to find Cairo.”
Biohazard pours another glass of tequila.
Biohazard: “My friend, it is often said that in life the journey is its own reward. Such will not be the case should we embark upon your adventure.”
Biohazard drinks the entire glass of tequila in one shot and places the empty glass down on the counter.
Biohazard: “If we do as you are proposing then we will need supplies. We will need guns, armor and GPS technology. I know a man in Mexico City, the federale district. Should I accept your proposal, then I will place a phone call to this man regarding our interest in his services.”
Chad looks desperate, almost as if begging with his face and eyes.
Chad Evans: “What can I do to convince you, Biohazard?”
Biohazard looks Chad in the eye and pauses to choose his words carefully before replying.
Biohazard: “You should know that familia is the most important thing in the world to me. Bobby Cairo is like familia to me. If there is one man that I will risk my life for, it is Cairo. It wouldn’t be the first time either. Tell me, are you willing to risk your life for Bobby Cairo and this mission, Senor Chad?”
Chad Evans: “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t willing to risk my life and yours, Biohazard. Having said that, I’m going to make a solemn vow to you right now. You and I are not dying. We’re going to find Cairo one way or another. I don’t know if this is going to be a miraculous rescue or if we’re bringing Bobby home to give him a proper burial. I do know that Bobby is a fighter and if he has a breath of life in his body when we find him then he’s going to make a full recovery.”
Biohazard listens studiously, with his hands under his chin.
Biohazard: “Tell me something else, Chad, why do you want to do this?”
Chad Evans: “Because Cairo is my best friend and mentor. If our roles were reversed then Bobby would do the exact same thing for me.”
Biohazard: “You really believe that, don’t you?”
Chad Evans: “I know it to be true.”
Biohazard nods his head and taps his fingers on the counter top as if pondering things, before looking up at Chad.
Biohazard: “I will take some time to make my decision and then I will call you. When I call you I will tell you one of two words, yes or no. If my answer is no then you will not contact me regarding this matter again. If my answer is yes then you are to immediately pack your bags and fly down here to Tijuana. Comprende, amigo? You will not ask questions, you will come here immediately.”
Chad sighs in relief and nods his head in understanding. Chad stands up and extends his hand to Biohazard. The two men shake hands.
Chad Evans: “I understand and I thank you for your time and your consideration, Biohazard. I have 11 hours to get to Pennsylvania for my match against Logan. I’m sure that Bolts is pacing around in the locker room at the arena like a mental patient right now. In a way that almost makes all of this worthwhile, doesn’t it?”
The men share a brief smile which gives way to a serious stare and a mutual understanding of the task that lies ahead.
Biohazard: “I will talk to you soon, amigo. Vaya con dios.”
Chad bids adieu to Biohazard and the two men part ways, at least temporarily. Chad now begins his journey back across the sometimes beautiful and accommodating, and sometimes barren and harsh Mexican terrain. It will be another long drive, this time back to the airport where Evans will catch his return flight back to America, all the way to Pennsylvania where he will now look to stare down the challenge of Mr. WCF, the Face of Treachery Logan. With Chad’s personal life perhaps beginning to come together, what progress will be made in his professional wrestling career?
Chad Evans is a man on a mission, a mission to find his friend Bobby Cairo. Only one man can help Chad accomplish his mission and that man’s name is Biohazard, the infamous, the Mexican Sinsation.
Late last night Chad completed an arduous and back-breaking workout at Ultra Nova Dojo in Brooklyn, New York. This was preparation for his upcoming match against Logan, as ordered by Chad’s trainer Bolts Quackenbush. However when the training was completed, Chad wasn’t thinking about his upcoming match. Chad couldn’t focus on his match. All he could think about was the hunch, the gut feeling that was eating away at him. That hunch would lead Chad to schedule a flight to Mexico in pursuit of a face to face meeting with Biohazard.
Chad booked a seat on the last flight of the evening from New York to Mexico, or the first flight of the morning depending on your perspective. Evans spoke with Biohazard via telephone before his departure from New York, but the matter which he wanted to discuss with Biohazard was too sensitive for the telephone. One never knows who could be eavesdropping on such a conversation, thus predicating the need for the two men to meet face to face.
The flight to Mexico wasn’t bad. The fish sticks and tater tots were edible, with tartar sauce and ketchup for dipping. The in-flight movie was one of those lovely and charming animated Disney films from Pixar. The lavatory was also accommodating, Chad had no problem relieving those fish sticks and tater tots from his bowels. Chad even took a couple pops of vodka during the flight, which allowed him to free the worry from his mind. Chad also pinched the cute, blond flight attendant’s ass a couple of times before the flight was over.
After a few hours the flight touched down in Mexico, right on time, as scheduled, with no issues. The landing was flawless, it was as if God himself was gliding the plane down to the runway. Once the flight landed, all the passengers eventually filed out of the plane, one by one. It was the break of dawn and Chad couldn’t help but be blown away by the scenic beauty of the sunrise above the tropical Mexican landscape. Chad took a moment to let it all soak in before grabbing his suitcase and making his way to the rental car center to pick up his American sedan.
Before departing on that long drive down those old, dirt roads, Chad decided to stop by the airport gift shop to check for CDs, as in compact discs. Chad sifted through the “Metal” section of the CD aisle, finding only the latest offerings from Slipknot and Metallica. Chad was perplexed to find pop music in the metal section, but he eventually settled upon a Neil Young CD. Chad paid for his order, exited the gift shop with a spring in his step and hopped into his waiting car.
Chad’s drive from the airport to Biohazard’s ranch was longer then the actual flight itself. Those old, dirt roads in Mexico have more twists and turns than a rollercoaster ride, as the old cliché might say. The occasional mutilated cattle carcass blocked the road, also adding to Chad’s estimated time of arrival. Chad was not discouraged, he knew that his trip held a greater purpose and that he could not simply turn around, not now, it was too late for that.
In the minutes before noon, Chad finally arrives at the edge of Biohazard’s sprawling hacienda on the farthest outskirts of Tijuana. Chad had been beginning to suspect that this rough Mexican terrain was more barren than tropical, yet Biohazard’s property is seemingly an oasis in the middle of the desert. Biohazard’s land is home to a plantation field with crops and irrigation, livestock and a flourish of agriculture so far as the eye can see. On the other side of the property, outside of Chad’s field of vision, lies a private, manmade lake and a white sand beach. Could Lucha Libre wrestling have paid for all of this?
The gates to Biohazard‘s estate are guarded by two armed guards that are visible, and who knows how many more guards that are hidden in strategic locations around the compound. The guards at the gate confirm Chad’s identity before calling and receiving permission from Biohazard himself to allow Chad access onto the grounds. The guards open the gate and allow Chad to drive inside the compound.
Chad drives along the paved road to Biohazard’s house with his mouth agape as he ogles the shapely, scantily-clad women working the fields of the plantation, each one of the women looking like an exotic, swimsuit model. Chad is tempted to whip it out and jerk it right there, feeling like this is a vision from one of his erotic fantasies, but Chad channels his inner Bolts and reminds himself to focus on the task at hand.
Chad continues driving and eventually pulls up to a large, white house, a colonial style home, at least three stories high, with a modern art-deco design. Solar panels adorn the roof of the house channeling all of that sweet, sweet sunshine and there’s a satellite dish to boot. Chad gets out of his rented car and approaches the front door of the home, a reinforced door made from heavy wood, possibly oak or maple. Chad extends his hand to knock but the door opens just before his hand reaches it.
Chad sticks his head inside the house and peeks around cautiously. He calls out for Biohazard and receives no response. Chad walks inside the house, still cautious and neither sees nor hears any sign of life. Chad pokes his head into one of the rooms and finds a reclining area, or perhaps a lounge. This room is totally decked out with a flat screen TV, leather sofa, X-Box, CD/DVD stereo/satellite home entertainment system, the works. Chad turns away to walk out of the room and search for Biohazard when he’s suddenly met by a giant, loud, “BOO!” Like a ghost Biohazard appears in front of Chad.
Biohazard: “Haha! I scared you, didn’t I?”
Chad nods his head sheepishly.
Chad Evans: “Yeah… a little bit. I guess I’ve been jumpy lately.”
Biohazard’s face is clean-shaven and he has long black hair down to his ass. His skin is tanned a golden-brown color. Biohazard is wearing a brown, leather vest, blue jeans and black, cowboy boots. Biohazard’s fingers are adorned with expensive-looking rings and he wears a Rolex watch around one wrist and a diamond bracelet around the other.
Biohazard: “So what do you think? Nice place, huh?”
Chad looks around, admiring Biohazard’s lavish, sprawling mansion. The ivory walls, the marble floors and the crystal chandeliers all stand out as being especially tasteful, in addition to all of the fine furnishings.
Chad Evans: “It’s beautiful, like something out of a fairytale or Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. Lucha Libre paid for all of this?”
Biohazard walks into the lounge area and pours himself a drink at the wet bar, Chad follows him.
Biohazard: “Hard work paid for all of this, my friend. Can I get you anything to drink? I have a full spread here.”
Chad uses the sleeve of his white button-down shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow, the Mexican heat having gotten to him during a long drive in a rented car. Thankfully Biohazard’s luxurious, air conditioned home now provides a welcome respite from the heat.
Chad Evans: “I’ll just have a Coke. I had a couple of pops on the flight before I drove over here and my head’s not sitting too straight. You got any nuts or pretzels or anything?”
Biohazard tosses Chad a bottle of Coke from the fridge, then he opens the cabinet and pulls out a jar of nuts and a bag of pretzels.
Biohazard: “I have nuts and pretzels. Have a seat, my friend. Take a load off and relax. You have traveled many miles to be here today.”
Biohazard and Evans each sit down in cream-colored, leather lounge chairs, designed for both style and comfort.
Biohazard: “Tell me, my friend. Precisely why have you traveled all of this distance to see me? You said that you couldn’t talk about it over the phone, something about Cairo.”
Chad quenches his thirst with a deep chug of Coca-Cola before replying.
Chad Evans: “I’ve been doing some homework lately. I’ve been digging around and I found out about the incident down in New Mexico. You and Bobby were arrested by the feds for trespassing on government property. You were charged with treason.”
Biohazard nods his head in affirmation.
Biohazard: “Cairo had received an inside tip regarding an underground missile silo on the New Mexico/Arizona border. This was a clandestine location where the American government was stockpiling warheads in preparation for a nuclear showdown with Iran. Cairo and I went there to gather proof, inside information, but we were detected and captured by the guards.”
Chad listens carefully to Biohazard’s words before replying.
Chad Evans: “How did you guys manage to beat those charges, get them dismissed? The feds had you guys by the balls, they could have had you guys facing the death penalty as spies, enemies of the state. I never even read anything about it in the papers or anything.”
Biohazard listens to Chad’s words and then stares off into the distance, his eyes focused on nothing in particular. He takes a deep breath before responding.
Biohazard: “The government kept the story hush hush as they do with so many things. They would never want the public to find out that two professional wrestlers breached the perimeter of a secret military base that doesn’t even officially exist.”
Biohazard inhales and then lets out a deep sigh.
Biohazard: “In truth I did not know what was going to happen to Cairo or myself. Ultimately the federales determined that Cairo and I were more valuable to them alive than dead, especially Cairo. They viewed me merely as Cairo’s accomplice, with Cairo being the brains of the operation. President Bush offered full pardons to both Cairo and myself if we agreed to work for him. Cairo and I accepted the deal. We pretended to be loyal for a little while, but then we stabbed Bush in the back. Cairo played Bush like a violin, it was a thing of beauty. Unfortunately, crossing the president is a very dangerous proposition, even when the president is a very unpopular man.”
Chad Evans: “Is it possible that Cairo went back there to the New Mexico compound, perhaps trying to complete the assignment that he started two years earlier?”
Biohazard: “Anything is possible. Cairo has never had respect for the authorities, nor fear of them. I know that Mr. Pratt’s death affected Cairo in a very profound manner. Mr. Pratt, Oliver Pratt, was the man who schooled Cairo and I in the arts of truth seeking and free thinking. He was a brilliant man, ahead of his time, a prelude to men such as Alex Jones. It is possible that Cairo was motivated by Pratt’s death and he was trying to complete the assignment in Pratt’s honor.”
Chad Evans: “I want you to help me, Biohazard. I want you to help me search for Cairo in New Mexico. I cannot do it by myself. I would if I could but I don’t know the lay of the land. You’ve been there, you know what works and what doesn’t. You know the compound and the terrain inside and out. I’m smart, I’m tough, I’m good with a gun and I’m loyal. Most importantly I’m determined to find Cairo.”
Biohazard pours another glass of tequila.
Biohazard: “My friend, it is often said that in life the journey is its own reward. Such will not be the case should we embark upon your adventure.”
Biohazard drinks the entire glass of tequila in one shot and places the empty glass down on the counter.
Biohazard: “If we do as you are proposing then we will need supplies. We will need guns, armor and GPS technology. I know a man in Mexico City, the federale district. Should I accept your proposal, then I will place a phone call to this man regarding our interest in his services.”
Chad looks desperate, almost as if begging with his face and eyes.
Chad Evans: “What can I do to convince you, Biohazard?”
Biohazard looks Chad in the eye and pauses to choose his words carefully before replying.
Biohazard: “You should know that familia is the most important thing in the world to me. Bobby Cairo is like familia to me. If there is one man that I will risk my life for, it is Cairo. It wouldn’t be the first time either. Tell me, are you willing to risk your life for Bobby Cairo and this mission, Senor Chad?”
Chad Evans: “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t willing to risk my life and yours, Biohazard. Having said that, I’m going to make a solemn vow to you right now. You and I are not dying. We’re going to find Cairo one way or another. I don’t know if this is going to be a miraculous rescue or if we’re bringing Bobby home to give him a proper burial. I do know that Bobby is a fighter and if he has a breath of life in his body when we find him then he’s going to make a full recovery.”
Biohazard listens studiously, with his hands under his chin.
Biohazard: “Tell me something else, Chad, why do you want to do this?”
Chad Evans: “Because Cairo is my best friend and mentor. If our roles were reversed then Bobby would do the exact same thing for me.”
Biohazard: “You really believe that, don’t you?”
Chad Evans: “I know it to be true.”
Biohazard nods his head and taps his fingers on the counter top as if pondering things, before looking up at Chad.
Biohazard: “I will take some time to make my decision and then I will call you. When I call you I will tell you one of two words, yes or no. If my answer is no then you will not contact me regarding this matter again. If my answer is yes then you are to immediately pack your bags and fly down here to Tijuana. Comprende, amigo? You will not ask questions, you will come here immediately.”
Chad sighs in relief and nods his head in understanding. Chad stands up and extends his hand to Biohazard. The two men shake hands.
Chad Evans: “I understand and I thank you for your time and your consideration, Biohazard. I have 11 hours to get to Pennsylvania for my match against Logan. I’m sure that Bolts is pacing around in the locker room at the arena like a mental patient right now. In a way that almost makes all of this worthwhile, doesn’t it?”
The men share a brief smile which gives way to a serious stare and a mutual understanding of the task that lies ahead.
Biohazard: “I will talk to you soon, amigo. Vaya con dios.”
Chad bids adieu to Biohazard and the two men part ways, at least temporarily. Chad now begins his journey back across the sometimes beautiful and accommodating, and sometimes barren and harsh Mexican terrain. It will be another long drive, this time back to the airport where Evans will catch his return flight back to America, all the way to Pennsylvania where he will now look to stare down the challenge of Mr. WCF, the Face of Treachery Logan. With Chad’s personal life perhaps beginning to come together, what progress will be made in his professional wrestling career?
