We fade into a local Piggly Wiggly where we see Karl Klutchinson, better known as Klutch. He is slowly pushing a cart filled with lesser known brand food, and beer. His hair has filled back out a bit since his last television appearance. Mainly due to depression, and no long having a need to look clean cut, since the utter failure of TWA. He grabs some vegetable oil, for deep frying the generic chicken strips he is purchasing. As he slowly makes his way towards the front, a twenty something guy recognizes him.

Rando: Hey...didn’t you used to be Klutch?

Klutch’s heart sank as he heard those words. He tried to ignore the guy.

Rando: Yeah...yeah, you are that guy. Man, I used to really like you when you were doing your thing. What happened to you, man?

Klutch: You got the wrong guy. I’m sorry.

Rando: No, no...I never forget a face. And yours is hard to forget. So, tell me. Who’s idea was it for Klutch of Love, anyways?

Klutch responds a bit more irritated.

Klutch: Listen. You. Have. The. Wrong. Guy. I’m not that guy. I don’t even watch wrestling.

Rando: How did you know we were talking about wrestling, then?

Klutch curses himself under his breath.

Rando: See? I was right, huh? You know, forget you. All that shit Joey McCarty said about you was right. You’re not a has been. You’re a never was.

Klutch leaves his cart full of stuff and walks out of the store.

~Later~

We fade into Klutch’s trailer. He’s sitting on the floor. We see that he’s holding the business card of the man that he met recently. He pulls out his flip phone, and dials the number. He hesitates a moment, then hits the call button. It rings twice. Then Klutch speaks

Klutch: I don’t know who you are, or what you’re offering...but I’m in.

The voice on the other end speaks

???: There is a flight booked for you at the Dallas Fort Worth airport to Mexico City International Airport. Your flight leaves at 10:45.

The line goes dead as Klutch’s head leans back. We fade to black