The scene is Cartman's house; Cartman is going over the plans for revenge. Kenny wasn't really paying attention though because his mind was elsewhere.

" Okay so we'll sneak the blood into…(Looks at Kenny) KENNY!" yelled Cartman

" Huh what…oh sorry Eric." said Kenny

" Dude, what is up with you? Seriously, it's bad enough that the Jew and Stan are acting weird, don't you get all weird on me now you hear."

" Sorry, its just…have you seen Stan and Kyle lately?"

Cartman began to think about the games they've been in.

" Yeah now that you mention it, they sure do look like they have had the sh!t beaten out of them." said Cartman

" Those games are really starting to take their toll on them. I'm really worried about them." said Kenny

" You worry too much! Stan is a tough guy and Kyle, from what I here, is also good with a hockey stick."

" Your think so. Kyle is pretty good. When did he get so good?"

" Yeah go figure."

Cartman pointed to the plan that was written on his little white board.

" Okay, lets get back to work. Revenge doesn't carry itself out." said Cartman

" Alright…Can you start over?" said Kenny laughing weakly

" Ugh, fine. But listen this time!"

Cartman went over the plan again.

The scene is the ice rink. Stan just finished his fourth game. He had gotten some rest before this one so he did much better.

" That was amazing Stan, your team won again!" said Randy

" Yeah dad." said Stan with little enthusiasm in his voice

" Well what did you expect, our Stan is the star player." said Jimbo

" Yeah and that was some quick thinking with that thing you did at the last minute of the game. What was it again?" asked Randy

" Uh, I passed it to Craig, so he could score." said Stan

" Yeah you came through again with that one." said Jimbo

Craig walks by.

" But Craig was the one that scored." said Stan

" Aw Stan, your modest." said his dad

" But I made the damn shot." mumbled Craig

So how many teams do you think are left?" asked Stan

" I don't know, there can't be that many. Hell, I bet there is only a few left." said Jimbo

" You want to leave now Stan?" asked Randy

Stan looked at the scoreboard, it announced that Kyle's team was going to be playing next.

" Nah, lets see the next game." said Stan

The scene is the locker rooms for the ice rink. Kyle is getting dressed. He had just won another game. He felt tired but he wouldn't let it show.

" Well Kyle, gosh great game out there, you really…" said Butters but was shocked by the bruises on Kyle's body

" What Butters?" said Kyle putting on his shirt

" Wow, you re really banged up there Kyle. Are you okay?"

Kyle puts his hat on; he rubs his sore arm and turns to the door.

" I'm fine Butters." said Kyle, even though he felt like he got hit by a truck

Kyle exits out the locker room doors, he heads to the edge of the ice rinks and looks at the ice. The cold wind blowing feels good blowing against his bruised face.

" Hey uh Kyle, I think I saw Stan over somewhere in the crowd." said Butters walking toward him

Kyle seems shocked at this but hides his face so Butters doesn't see.

" So, who cares." said Kyle very coldly

" Well, he's your best friend, I thought you fellas would be watching each other and cheering each other on." said Butter very innocently

" Me and Stan aren't exactly on speaking terms right now."

" Well, why not?"

" It's…complicated Butters."

Kyle didn't know how explain it.

" Well, that doesn't make sense. Gosh you two have been best friends for so long. It seems weird that you two are fighting. What are you two fighting about?" asked Butters

" I…(Feels confused) don't want to talk about it." said Kyle

" Well, you look like you miss him."

Kyle remembered why he was angry at Stan, he remembered the fight they had, he remembered the race that Stan won. He wanted to feel angry, but it was hard.

" Well, don't you two still love each other?" asked Butters

Kyle looked confused.

" We aren't gay Butters." said Kyle

" Well course not, two guys can love each other without it being that kind of love. That's what my dad says." said Butters innocently

" Isn't your dad a close closet homosexual."

" Oh yeah there was that one time."

Kyle looked at Butters as he remembered that ordeal. Butters was weird but he did make a point. Stan did seem really worried when he found out he cut, and he just got angry with him. Kyle felt guilty for yelling at him now.

" Well I don't think he went back to that place." said Butters talking to himself

" What are you talking about Butters?" asked Kyle

"Oh nothing. Well you fellas have always been super close, I'm sure whatever your fighting about you'll get over it and make up."

" Or make out!" yelled Craig coming down the steps

" Fu!k off Craig!" yelled Kyle

" Man, how'd a weak pussy like you guys make it so far."

" Well shucks, Kyle is the best player on our team, in fact he's the best ice hockey player in South Park." said Butters

Kyle was shocked to see Butters defending him.

" Shut up Butters." said Craig

" Oh, well okay." said Butters fumbling his hands

" Hey don't tell him to shut up. Butters don't listen to him, he's a asshole." said Kyle

" Oh okay."

" Man he is such a dumb ass." said Craig

Kyle was getting angry.

" Stop making fun of him asshole." yelled Kyle

" Fine whatever, he's too easy anyway." said Craig

Craig walked off.

" Thanks for defending me Kyle, that sure was sweet of you." said Butters

Kyle wished he didn't thank him by saying it like that.

" Butters…how bout some ice cream, my treat." offered Kyle

" Okay, thanks." said Butters

Just then the P.A. came on to make an announcement.

" Attention, we will are currently down to two teams, the final match to determine who will represent South Park in the sport of ice hockey will be held this Saturday. We will show the two teams on the scoreboard." said the announcer lady

Everyone looked up to the scoreboard anxious to see who the last two teams were.

" Who is it?" said one guy

" Tell us!" said another

Everyone looked at the board to see the teams.

Team Chef versus Team Jimbo.

Everyone was shocked, even though if you had been paying attention, like everyone was, to the games it should have been easy to figure out that those were the only two teams that hadn't lost.

Kyle looked at that board. Stan looked at the board. Then both boys turned and saw each other. They were on opposite sides of the ice rink, but their eyes locked.

" Kyle are you okay?" asked Butters

" I'm fine Butters." said Kyle, still staring at Stan

" Are you okay son?" asked Randy

" I'm fine dad." said Stan looking at Kyle

Both boys stared at each other, they weren't speaking, but they could read each others emotions. Kyle and Stan were filled with ambition. It was easy for them to read each other, they new each other that well.

Both boys new it would come to this. They didn't know if they were ready, but it was clear that neither boy was gonna back down.