London was just as The Muppet Man remembered it: Dull and boring. There was nothing to do, nothing to see, no nightlife, no good food, no nothing. He supposed that all this travelling around Europe had made him see things in a compltely different perspective. Maybe England wasn't that great after all...

The Muppet Man was lost in a pointless trail of thought which had lasted him almost all through the night. He was walking around London aimlessly, trying to find some sort of focus. Meltdown had come and gone, and it had been a complete waste of time. Sure, he had beaten the TV Champion. So what? What else had he accomplished? Nothing. None of what he had set out to do was complete, save for the defeat of Brad Polaris. But, in his mind, that was always going to be the outcome. He had to get into his mind some sort of goal, something to shoot for by all means necessary. Something to give his time in the WWA a point.

He ambled slowly down a footpath in Hyde Park, kicking his feet as he went. The breeze played lazily with his hair, constantly brushing it into his face almost playfully. He was not in the mood for this, and it was getting rather irritating. It was a mild night, the half-moon glowing innocently in the cloudless sky. He could see his breath in the cold, and that was not a good sign. He was not one for cold weather, yet he had lived most of his life in cold conditions. The next Meltdown was his big oppurtunity: The show before Rage in the Cage, his one shot at propelling himself up in the ranks of the WWA. He had to do something, anything, on Meltdown to show that he was ready.

Tommy Starr. They had met before, and Muppet Man wasn't too keen on this individual. The words "smug, overconfident loser" came springing to mind. Tommy had forced him into a match against Shaman. While this wouldn't have been a problem on it's own, he really wasn't expecting that. He had to change his approach to the match and think up a new strategy in a very short amount of time. On top of that, Tommy interfered, causing there to be a second match. Muppet Man believed that he would have won anyway, so hated Tommy even more for that. Afterwards, he had got his sweet revenge, but there was still a bitter taste in his mouth...a taste that needed to be washed away.

The Muppet Man continued on his endless path. It was already deep into the night, and there were very few other people still up, save for in the clubs. A leaf drifted slowly into his path, and he kicked it violently out of his way, imagining Tommy Starr's face plastered on it. That brought a wry smile to his face, but soon it gave way into a thoughtful frown. His mind was infested with a host of worries and concerns.

I don't need this, he thought, but he didn't know what to do instead. How could he possibly relax? Emitting a long, deep sigh, he stopped to slouch down on a nearby bench. Lactic acid was flowing through his muscles and his whole body ached. He was physically exhausted from lack of sleep. Wrestling isn't meant to do this to a guy, he thought with a smile.

He knew one thing, though, and that was that Tommy Starr was treading in dangerous waters, and he was about to take one step too many. This thought alone comforted The Muppet Man, and gave him the strength to continue walking. He stepped up to his feet, and continued along the path without a sound. The distant hooting of an owl could be heard as the picture faded out.