The scene is Kyle's house, he is just leaving.
" Bye mom, dad, Ike." said Kyle as he went outside the door
Kyle walked down the sidewalk; he didn't want to tell the guys he was in ice hockey yet. He walked down the street as he kicked a can.
" I wonder what everyone is up to?" he said to himself, he hadn't seen them in awhile
He continued walking, his cuts started to tingle as they rubbed up against his clothes. He felt them sting as the cold wind brushed against him.
" Funny how it was extremely hot a couple days ago, and now I'm freezing my ass out here." he said as if anyone was listening
He wondered how Stan was doing.
He continued walking until he ran into Chef.
" Hello Kyle." said Chef
" Hey Chef." replied Kyle
" What's wrong Kyle, you look down is the dumps."
" Oh, nothing wrong Chef (LIES)." Kyle said as he gripped his arm
" Well, are you excited for ice hockey?"
" Yeah, can't wait."
" Do you think Stan would want to join the team?"
Those words burned into Kyle.
" Why do you ask me?" asked Kyle
" Well since he's your best friend an all, you'd know him better then anyone." said Chef
" I'm sure he wouldn't want to join. (LIES)"
" You sure?"
Kyle looked down at the ground.
" Yeah, I'm sure. (LIES)"
" It's just he's always so good in sports, and since this one is new I thought he might want try it."
Kyle was beginning to get angry now.
" No I'm sure he won't want to join. (LIES)" said Kyle holding back his anger and guilt
" Well okay, I'll see you tomorrow at our first practice. Bye Kyle." said Chef as he walked away
Kyle walked off steamed into a bathroom, he was angry.
(They always want Stan) he thought to himself.
Just then he looked into the mirror, he stared into his eyes. He hated feeling this way, he started to remember, how it all started, he started hearing the laughter again and felt the embarrassment that followed it.
" NO, no, no. I won't be like that!" Kyle said as he forced the memory out of his head, he didn't want to remember what happened
He took out the little razor that was in his pocket and rolled up his sleeve.
" I won't be like that." he said to himself
Kyle brought the razor to his arm and brought it down, leaving a line of blood oozing from the cut.
Kyle stared at the cut, disgusted with himself.
" Man, I am so fu!ked up!" Kyle said to himself
The scene is Cartman's house, he runs up to his room where Kenny is looking for his backpack.
" Dude, Kenny I just thought of the best revenge plan ever!" said Cartman almost out of breathe
" What dude?" asked Kenny
" Dude it's awesome, it is fu!king awesome!"
" What is it?"
" No time, just…come downstairs." Cartman rushed downstairs
(What has he come up with this time?) Kenny thought to himself.
Kenny found his backpack and headed downstairs.
" This better not break nine of the Ten Commandments or violate a war treaty this time." said Kenny walking down the stairs
Kenny saw a bunch of papers with addresses on them and a layout of the new ice rink.
" Eric…what the hell is this?" asked Kenny confused
" This my best friend…is the ultimate revenge plan, ha hah ha ha!" Cartman laughed his evil laugh
" What is it?"
" All in due time Ken, all in due time. Now, go and call this number and have them send ten buckets of pig's blood, no 15 buckets of pig's blood to this address." Cartman said as he handed Kenny the piece of paper with an address Kenny never seen
" Eric, what is this for?"
" You'll see."
" I don't know if I want to be a part of this now."
" Why not?"
" I don't know, it just seems, like…evil."
" You can't bail out on me now Kenny…(Hugs Kenny) remember Kenny, you love me." Cartman said in a calm yet very sarcastic and ridiculing voice
" Ugh, I should have just kept my mouth shut and let everything roll out as it should have." said Kenny sounding frustrated
" Yeah, especially since I ended up not moving at all, you shouldn't be so sensitive."
" I can't help it, that's just who I am."
" Yeah, with you dad's playboys. Probably treat them like bitches when you jack off to them."
" Shut up, I treat them nice." said Kenny laughing
Kenny went into the kitchen, picked up the phone and dialed the number.
The scene is the movie theater, Stan is getting out a movie, he wasn't paying attention to the movie though.
He walked down the streets; he didn't know why he was there. He was alone, he felt horrible, mostly guilt.
" May be I should call Kyle." he said to himself as he passed be a phone booth
Stan picked up the phone and called Kyle's house.
" Hello." said Kyle's mom
" Hi Mrs. Broflovski, it's me Stan. Is Kyle there?" asked Stan
" No he isn't here right now Stan, but I can take a message."
" No that's okay, bye."
" Okay sweetie I'll tell him you called, bye."
Mrs. Broflovski hanged up.
" That idea went to hell." said Stan discouraged
He walked down the street, he didn't know why he was walking, it just seem to keep his mind busy.
" Hello Stan." said a familiar voice
Stan looked up and saw Chef.
" Oh, hey Chef." said Stan
" What a coincidence, me and Kyle were just talking about you."
" Kyle? What did he say?" asked Stan anxious
" Oh we were talking about if you wanted to join my ice hockey team."
" Oh sorry Chef, I already promised my Uncle Jimbo I'd be on his team."
" Oh really, Kyle said you wouldn't be interested."
" Its not that its just, he's my uncle and all."
" It's okay Stan you don't have to explain, I guess you and Kyle are just going to be rivals."
Stan looked confused as Chef continued walking.
" Wait what do you mean rivals?" Stan called to Chef
" Didn't you know, Kyle joined my ice hockey team." yelled back Chef
Stan stood there, he felt like someone just dropped a bomb on him. Playing ice hockey, would mean he would be directly competing with his best friend. He would have to purposely defeat Kyle, would Kyle ever forgive him?
" Kyle." Stan said, confused to why he said Kyle's name
He walked home, completely broken.
