Extha loved England. He loved it so much that within a week he had managed to spend all of his money on English food, English clothing, English liquor, and finally because he just couldn't resist those Hermione-like accents, English women. Prostitutes had a funny way of making money disappear and before the young man from the United States knew it he was dead broke in a strange land surrounded by snow. Why was it snowing? Because for some reason as soon as I was given this prompt I imagined it was snowing, and this is breaking the fourth wall which is really tacky and something no decent writer should ever do. I do it often.
So anyway back to the cautionary tale of Extha who was now hunched behind a bunch of trash cans waiting for his prey. Extha, God bless his soul, only had one survival skill. He knew how to hunt. His weapon was not the knife or the gun though. It was a tool born out of hero worship for one Randy Keith Orton. Extha had forged his own RKO after many years of imitation and several dogs who has mysteriously suffered facial fractures from falling down steps or something. Now here Extha was in randomly snowy England waiting for some rich British ponce in a top hat and, perchance, a monocle for him to steal a pot of gold from so that he could make his way back home.
At the first sight of a man who Extha could even fool himself into believing was shorter than himself Extha uncoiled himself and struck.
Unfortunately for Extha his target just happened to be renowned yes man and professional wrestler Daniel Bryan!
The RKO, while not shabby, was easily countered by AmDrag and soon Extha was in a choke hold.
"TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP" Bryan screamed.
Extha didn't need to be told twice and tapped the snow-covered ground several times before Bryan let go of the hold and got up to his feet in celebration.
"YES! YES! YES! RANDOM STREET IN ENGLAND CHAMPION! YES! YES! YES!"
"Will you help me get back home? I have no money," Extha asked.
"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! LEAVING NOW! NO! NO! NO!" Bryan said as he retreated down the street.
Extha frowned. Life sucked.