Holy Flashback Batman!!!

**** 8 years ago ****

You're standing in line to get into the hottest night club in New York, Carpe Diem. Your eyes wander around the crowd of twenty-somethings, knots forming in the pit of your stomach. You're beyond uncomfortable but you're here for one reason and one reason only; the Foo Fighters are headlining tonight and you've made it your mission to see them live.

They've been your favorite band since you were 9 and you heard My Hero for the first time. And now you FINALLY get the chance to see them live. Your excitement level is maxed out.

The line to get in finally starts moving.

"Dude this is going to be EPIC!!" John, your roommate yells. You didn't really want John with you but his girlfriend, Anna, is a waitress and promised you'd be able to get in. And if standing next to your obnoxious roommate means you can see Dave Grohl play the fuck out of the drums tonight than that's the sacrifice you're willing to make.

"You're sure Anna can get us in?" You ask for what is probably the thousandth time.

"Come on man, she'll hook us up." John assures.

Despite your wariness, Anna does in fact hook you and John up. Unfortunately, you aren't sitting in a private booth like she promised but you're in and that's all that matters.

And the concert proves better than expected. The Foo Fighters kill their playlist, mixing classics like My Hero and Everlong with newer hits like Wheels and Rope. Dave Grohl lived up to his legend and then some. As the band exits the stage to a raucous ovation, Dave throws his drumsticks into the crowd. You had a brief thought that you'd catch one. That was until John leaped up in front of you, knocking you and another guy out of the way in his failed attempt to catch it.

"Aw for fuck sakes, I thought I had it." John yells as you dust yourself off, irritated at your roommate. Your irritation lasts for just a moment as you see the other guy who was knocked over stare daggers at John.

You haven't been in many fights but you know the look of someone who is pissed off and the body language of someone who is about to attack.

Sure enough, the guy breaks into a run and tackles John to the ground with a thud loud enough that everyone around you falls into a hush to see what's happening. Before long the crowd forms a circle around the two combatants as they roll around throwing punches at each other. The crowd is so thick that security has a hard time getting to the fight.

Despite holding his own at first, it's become clear John's no match for this mountain of a man. Great, the last thing you wanted to do was get into a fight tonight but John just had to be that guy.

Reluctantly, you rush to the fight scene and tackle the big guy to the ground, using your momentum to briefly roll and get back to your feet.

"What the fuck?!?" The guy yells at you. "Oh, so you want you ass kicked too motherfucker? Fine by me."

Although you haven't fought much in your life, you aren't exactly defenseless either. You've studied MMA and kickboxing since you were 13. So while your opponent easily outweighs you by 100 pounds, you actually manage to subdue him without much difficulty. Unfortunately while you thought this was over, another guy tackles you, beginning another fight. Despite your unfavorable position, you manage to use his sloppy technique against him and before long, you lock him into a triangle **** which quickly gets him down.

Satisfied that neither of your opponents are getting up to continue fighting, you go to check on John but before you can, you're grasped by three security guards, who take extra caution and ensure you're unable to fight back.

You're being dragged away when suddenly one of the walkie-talkies go off.

"Stanley, bring that young man up to see me." The voice calls out.

"Sorry sir, could you repeat that?" The one known as Stanley asks.

"I said please bring that young man up to see me." The voice echoes again.

You look up to Stanley and he seems displeased with this idea. Despite that, he and his two friends drag you up a flight of stairs and towards an office.

Once inside, the security guards roughly toss you into a chair. You look around and the only people in the room are you, them and an older man who is quietly sipping on some scotch while looking out of a giant window to the crowd below.

"Thank you Stanley, that'll be all."

Stanley looks like he wants to protest but he keeps his mouth shut and leaves with his two friends.

"That was quite impressive." The man says without looking at you. "It's been a while since someone has impressed me. Did you know those two men you took down so easily are NFL linemen? Some of the toughest men on the gridiron and you managed to quickly gain the upper hand and get them down without much effort. Most impressive. What's your name?"

"Excuse me?" You ask.

"Your name?" He repeats, turning to look at you. "You know, the combination of letters those around you refer to you as."

"William." You answer. "William Carpenter."

"Ah young William." He extends his hand towards you. "It is a pleasure to meet you. You can call me Mr. Edwards. I own this fine establishment and I would like to hire you on as part of my security team. Anyone who can do what you just did sure as hell should be working for me."